Remember   Your eyes speaking your vows, white linen unwinding ahead of us, shining, parquet laid on a lawn under old trees, fragile white lilies and fat waxen tapers, a toast from my father furloughed from cancer, a white-plumed pen and a gilt-edged guest book, your rented tails, my off-the-rack dress strewn with seed […]

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